joel miller save me

A man who had been around since before I was born, a man who was there for me when my father was too drunk to actually be a dad. The man who taught me how to drive in his pickup truck when I turned sixteen. The man who hauled ass to the nearest florist to get me a corsage when my date for my senior prom ghosted me the day of prom and I was left crying on my doorstep. The man who picked me up from the airport when I came back for Christmas break from University when my father forgot to pick me up. The man who picked me up from a shitty dive bar when I was underage and beyond plastered with no one else to call.

Joel Miller had known my father for decades, going to high school with him and some of their other buddies that frequented the house on Saturday nights. Tonight was no different, it was about three in the afternoon and my father had probably been drinking since about one. I had walked downstairs in a pair of red gingham shorts that stopped around my mid thigh and had white lace around the legs and I had paired a white cropped tank with the shorts. Upon seeing me my father kept out a scoff.

‘Pulling out all the stops when I say the guys are coming over?’ His words stung as soon as I heard them and I looked over at him on the couch as I stood in the open doorway to the living room. ‘It’s blistering outside.’ I had replied while crossing my arms in front of me, I had no plans on going out and was just going to spend the night in my room reading while his friends were over drinking and watching whatever ball game was on TV. ‘University taught you about dressing for attention?’ The words made me feel sick when they rang through my ears. My father already hated the fact that I had decided to go to school in California, calling it a liberal’s wet dream. He did not understand what I planned to do in the world majoring in Philosophy and English and thought the whole thing was a waste of time.

Not Joel, he was different about the situation, he listened to me talk about all the amazing books I read at school when he picked me up a few times from the airport. He never called my education unnecessary or dumb, he let me talk his ear off about everything I was doing in my classes. He even asked questions about how it was going and about what I liked about each class.

When I began arguing with my father about University I had no idea that Joel was even in the house. No idea that he would walk out of the garage door in the kitchen, walk straight in that open hallway between the kitchen and living room right when my father would yell about how much of a waste I was and how I was a spitting image, a reminder of my mother. When I heard Joel’s heavy footsteps into the space holding a case of Miller Lite’s, ironic I know, and saw his eyes widen the same time my face dropped at my father’s words I had no thoughts in my mind other than to run. Which is exactly what I did. I turned with tears flooding my eyes and ran up the stairs to my room, closing my bedroom door quickly and hurling myself onto my bed.

Part of me was upset about my father’s insults but some other part of me was more embarrassed, embarrassed Joel had witnessed the exchange. Embarrassed that Joel would be thinking of me differently now. I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around one of the pillows on my bed as soft sobs wracked my body. How could I have been so naive?

That was when I heard his voice, the thick southern drawl broke me from my crying, the nickname I had heard all my life that always felt so soft when he said it.

“Baby? Can I come in?” Joel’s voice sounded concerned from the other side of the door and all I could offer was a pathetic ‘Yeah’ between soft sobs.

My back was to the door as I was curled on top of my bed and I heard the door slowly creaking open and just as it was opened it was quickly closed. I listened to his boots close the distance between the door and my bed in a few steps and I felt my bed dip as he sat on the edge of it.

“He shoulda never said those things to you darlin’.” Joel’s voice flooded my ears and I kept my face buried in the pillow I was clutching as I faced away from him, not having the heart to look at anyone in my current state. I felt one of his large hands clasp on my shoulder, his touch soft and comforting as he spoke again. “Baby, don’t cry ova’ that, they’re just words. He’s off his rocker.”

I nodded into the pillow sniffling softly trying to regain what little composure and dignity I had left.

“Look at me darlin’ wanna see that face of yours.” His words were soft and exactly the comfort I needed in that moment. I twisted in the bed, turning to face him but still hugging my pillow like it was my lifeline, I lifted my head to look up at Joel and I saw a thin smile across his face as he looked down at me. “There she is.”

”Hi.” I said softly avoiding his eyes by looking anywhere else on his face. His nose with his nose bridge that could cut someone’s eye out. His soft wrinkles around his eyes. His graying beard and hair that ended in soft curls at the tips.

”Eyes darlin’ you know it’s disrespectful not to look someone in their eyes while talking.” Joel tutted at me as his fingers moved from my shoulder to my chin, tilting my head up slightly before withdrawing his hand.

If there was one thing that was important to Joel that I had learned over the years, it was respect. Joel loved manners and respect, he had drilled a saying into the back of your head when you were growing up, manners maketh man. I looked into his eyes, the usual cold eyes were a warm brown today.

“Sorry you had to..see that..” I said softly looking into his eyes nervously, the eye contact was surprisingly intimidating this time, not the usual casual eye contact that came with chatting to Joel.

“Sit up darlin’ need to talk to you.” Joel said, pulling me up to sit up in the middle of my bed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, your father is…well you know how he is. A right hard headed asshole. You have nothing to be sorry about, my sweet girl.”

“Thank you Joel.” I said softly before scooting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “For everything you’ve done for me, though.”

”Oh darlin’ I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” His words carried meaning you could never understand but they made your heart warm and your lips curve into a small smile. “For the record, I thought your outfit was cute.”

“Thank you Joel.”

”Now, enough mopey shit, yeah? Let’s get your face cleaned up and back downstairs.” Joel said standing up and grabbing my hand and pulling me up as well.

“Don’t wanna go back down there, think I’ll stay up here the rest of the night when the others come over too.” I say softly sniffling the rest of my tears away.

“Oh hush now darlin’ let’s go.” Joel’s voice was like a lasso as it pulled me out of bed.

I stood up and stood by him as he looked down at me smiling. His hand moved to the small of my back and guided me out of my room to the bathroom down the hall. Joel opened the door and his hand flicked on the light switch, the cackle of the bathroom light turned on and I felt his hand on my back push me into the bathroom. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bathtub looking up at Joel as he opened the cabinet and pulled out a rag.

Joel ran the rag under cold water and wrung it out before turning back to me. He kneeled down on one knee in front of me and ran the cloth under my eyes and around my cheeks. Washing any traces of tears from my face as I looked up at him. The hand that did not have a rag was cupping my face, his fingertips were spayed across the side of my throat as his thumb lightly ran back and forth on the side of my cheek.

“There we go, now no more tears ya hear me baby?” Joel asks, his southern drawl filling my ears as he turns, hanging the rag over the side of the sink and looking down at me.

I nod and I feel Joel’s hand grab my wrist and pull me up. We both walk out of the restroom and he flicks the light off behind us. He walks me back to my bedroom with a hand on my lower back guiding me. I pause in my doorway and turn to look up at Joel.

”I’m going to take a short nap…thank you for coming up here Joel…I’ll see you downstairs later?” I say softly looking up at him with a tired smile.

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”Get some rest darlin’ and I’ll make sure you wake up to eat some dinner later.” I say as I run a hand over her shoulder, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Thank you Joel.” Her voice was soft and angelic in my ears and I smiled softly at her thanks.

I looked down at her with a soft smile and nodded my head. Her eyes looked up at me through her eyelashes before she turned around to walk back into her bedroom and close the door. When I heard the click shut I turned to walk back downstairs into the living room where her father was sitting on the couch with a Miller Lite in his hand. A few of the other guys had appeared and I sat down on a recliner and looked over at them on the couch.

“Where were you Miller?” One of the guys, Bill, asks when he sees me.

“Bathroom.” I say looking over at him, it wasn’t a lie, more so a half answer.

“You up there checking on the brat?” Her father asks me, throwing me a look and I roll my eyes when I hear him mention you in such a way.

”She seemed upset, wanted to check on her.” I mutter gruffly as I turn to look at the TV, some basketball game playing that I couldn’t pay attention to.

“She’s had you wrapped around her finger her whole life.” Bill tsk’s clinking his beer with one of the other guys on the table before chugging half of it at once.

I rolled my eyes in response and looked towards the TV in the center of the room. Yet she stayed on my mind the whole time, while others came in and joined the growing crowd in the living room. While they cheered when a team scored, whatever team, no idea, I was worried about her instead.

They were somewhat right, before when she was in high school it was different than it was now. I lost my own daughter and her mother long before, and part of me felt the need to take care of her as if she was my own.

My own.

Mine.

I knew the type of man her father was, saw it at work, saw it in his house, and even saw it in his eyes. I knew he would never help her in her life, never be a stable figure in it. I took it upon myself to teach her how to drive in one of my old pickup trucks when she turned sixteen. I would never forget her giggles as they filled my ears when we were hauling ass down the Texas backroads as she sped down them and I gripped the ‘oh shit’ handle until my knuckles turned white.

Or the rage I felt when her father called me to come over the night of her senior prom when she got stood up by her date and her own father could not calm her down as she sobbed. I jumped into my boots and hauled ass in my truck to the nearest grocery store to pick up flowers. I even convinced one of the sweet checkout ladies to help me make a corsage from the flowers and one of their bracelets. I showed up and my heart broke when I saw her face, tear stained and makeup running, because of some immature guy at her school. I walked in with the small bouquet and corsage and presented them to her as I kneeled in front of the stairs looking up at her.

“Don’t cry about some immature kid, go have fun with your girlfriends. You don’t need a guy to escort you. Hell, I’ll drop you off in my truck darlin.”

The way her face lit up when she saw the flowers and listened to me made my heart warm. She thanked me all night when I dropped her off at her prom, thanked me for the flowers and makeshift corsage, and thanked me for helping her when her father just stared at her dumbfounded. I would walk to the end of the Earth for her and back if she wanted me to, to take care of her like she was forced to take care of her father her whole life.

A few hours had passed and someone had ordered a shit ton of pizza, while everyone was eating I grabbed a paper plate, not sure what to grab I grabbed a slice of cheese and pepperoni and stood up.

“You takin’ that upstairs?” Her dad asked me as he looked up at me from the couch.

“Told her I would bring her some dinner, she wasn’t too keen on coming down here tonight.” I said gruffly looking at him.

”What happened to her?” Bill chimed in looking at her father and I.

“The usual, she was trying to dress like a whore so I had to step in.” Her father said and I saw red. I put up with a lot of that man’s shit, but when he speaks about women that way, her especially, is where the line in the sand is.

“You are an absolute asshole. How can you talk about your daughter that way?” I say glaring at her dad.

He was astonished, looked at me like I had a second head growing out of my neck, and I rolled my eyes.

“Can’t even call yourself a fucking father.” I spat at him before turning to walk upstairs. The worst part of it was, they were all too drunk to remember anything I just said. It was like speaking to a wall with them.

I left the living room with the plate and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the practically empty fridge, I would have to fill that up for her sake at least, and grabbed a water bottle from the door. I walked up to her room and knocked softly on her door.

“Hey darlin, you up?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe. I heard soft shuffling and before long the door clicked open and I saw her sleepy figure appear.

“Hi Joel.” She yawned and I was probably smitten in that moment, her soft cheeks and doll-like eyes that looked up at me sent me over the moon.

“One of the guys ordered pizza, thought I would bring you some, and I grabbed water for you as well.” I smiled down at her as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. “Can I come in?”

She nodded and stepped to the side, yawning quietly again into her side, and opening the door wider. I walked in and sat on the edge of her bed ,watching her close the door and move to sit on the bed next to me.

“Thank you for bringing me this Joel.” She said softly, taking the water bottle from the bed and taking a long drink before looking down at the plate of pizza I was holding in my lap.

“Of course darlin, wasn’t sure what kind you would want so thought cheese and pepperoni would be a safe bet.” I smiled as I looked down at her. She reached for the plate and I tsk’ed before moving the plate away from her. “It’s okay, I got it.”

I picked up one of the slices and held it out infront of her, waiting for her to hesitantly move her mouth forward and take a bite. While she chewed I lowered the slice for a second and looked at her. I mentally noted the way she took a bite of the slice while looking up at him, the way her eye contact never wavered. Thank God for the thick denim I was wearing. We continued this dance of ours, I fed her one and a half slices before she said she had enough and I set the plate on her nightstand and grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket and held it out to her.

“Wipe your face, doll.” She murmured a soft ‘thank you’ as she took the handkerchief and wiped her face softly. My mind swirled with thoughts as she wiped her mouth and held the piece of fabric in her lap staring down at it. “Something on your mind?”

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There was no way I could ever have the ‘yeah just thinking about how I’m crushing on one of my dad’s friends that I have known practically forever and how big his dick must be’ conversation with Joel Miller right now. I looked over at him and shook my head softly trying to ignore the fact that I was definitely blushing slightly now.

“No, just thinking about what happened earlier again.” I half lied to Joel, it was true that it never left my mind, but it was not at the forefront of my mind recently.

“You know…” Joel’s thick voice was like honey as it ran through me. “…could always tell when you were lyin’ sweet girl.”

”I’m not…not lying.” I hesitate for a moment avoiding his eyes.

“Darlin…” His voice dropped as he brought a hand up to cup my chin and force me to look up at him while my breath hitched. “Look at me.”

”Joel…how did you know…who you wanted to be with when you were younger?” I asked looking up into his eyes, not by choice, but by that dumb…big, thick, calloused…firm hand holding my chin in place.

“What’s all this about Doll? You askin’ about Sarah’s mom?” His voice softened compared to what it was before when he made me look up at him.

“Maybe, just…how did you know she was the one for you?”

Joel’s eyes darkened as he looked at me and his smile thinned.

“That’s complicated sweetheart…we knew each other in high school…tried the whole dating thing then it fell out. We reconnected a few years later and out popped Sarah. Her mother wasn't always in her right mind. After Sarah was born we would argue so much until one night we went to sleep and I woke up to a note saying she was moving back to New York with her Mother.”

“So it was because you guys had a history?” I asked softly, tilting my head up at him. I saw the way his eyes looked down at mine like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.

“Mostly yeah, we saw each other one night at a bar after a few years of no connection. Reconnected that night and…well…Sarah came nine months after that.” Joel had a thick laugh as he seemed to recall the memory of Sarah’s mom.

“How old was she when you got with her?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as I asked. His eyes darkened slightly and his hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear; after tucking the strand his hand rested on my cheek for a second before shaking his head.

“What’re you tryna’ get at, sweet girl?” His voice was thick and a bit rough as he spoke down at me.

“Just curious is all.” I say softly avoiding his eyes as a light blush dusts my cheeks.

“Darlin’, look at me…why are you asking so many questions about my relationships?” His voice was smooth as whiskey as it flooded my ears.

“What if I did some reflection after what happened earlier…realized a few things about myself.”

“You comin’ out as gay sweetheart? I know we’re in Texas and all, but you can tell me these things. I’ll always be here for you.” His voice didn’t waiver and when I realized he was being serious I let out a soft laugh at how sweet and understanding he was trying to be.

“No Joel…im not…no… I was going to ask if I could ever be more than just your friend's daughter to you.” I take a deep breath anticipating the rejection from him, waiting for the sting of being rejected.

“Sweet girl, I'm way too old for you. It wouldn’t be proper for a man of my age to corrupt such an innocent little thing like you.” His eyes were slightly wide as he looked down at me and I shook my head softly.

“No you’re not…it’s okay…it could be a little secret between us.” I say scooting towards him, looking up at him with soft eyes. “There…isn’t much to corrupt Joel.”

“Oh baby, it ain’t proper, not one bit.” He says scooping my chin up in his hand and running his rough calloused fingers that had no business being so soft against my cheek.

“Joel…need this…I know you could give me what I need.” I say softly, almost pleading with my tone, as I look up at Joel. “I know you could give me a lot more than any boys my age.”

Joel took a sharp breath as his grip on my chin slightly tightened.

“I would devote my life to taking care of you sweet girl, I would walk the ends of the earth…” His voice warmed my heart as I looked up at him as he rambled. “I know you’d be such a good girl too, wouldn’t you, sweet thing?”

I blushed lightly at his words and nodded quickly in response as I shifted to sit on the edge of the bed facing him with crossed legs.

“We could try this out. An ‘us’ thing…” I say softly looking up at him, trying to gauge a response from him. “Nothing crazy…we could make it work.”

“Baby…it isn’t right.” Joel says standing up and raking a hand through his salt and peppered hair as he sighed softly. “It wouldn’t be proper.”

I got up from the bed slowly and moved to stand in front of him, positioning myself between his slightly opened knees.

“I heard you the first time you said that Joel…” I hummed softly looking down at him now, I saw the way his hands played on the seams of his jeans like he was aching to reach out to me. “Just…once is all im asking…one time and we never have to talk about it again,”

”Baby…listen to yourself.” Joel’s voice was thick in my ears and I felt one of his hands reach up to lightly grasp my wrist. His other hand came up and he grabbed both my hands together in his, holding them in between us. “We can’t do that baby, you know why.”

“Please Joel, I need you in ways I had no idea even existed.” My voice came out like a plea, I could hear it in my own ears. I took a shaky breath before stepping closer to him. “Was thinking about you last night Joel, while my hand was trailing between my thighs.”

“Sweetheart…” His voice dropped, deeper now than before as he looked up at him, it came out like a warning. “Don’t do this, there is no coming back from this. You can’t take things like this back.”

”Telling the truth Joel, all night…all I could think about was you.” I said softly as I saw his eyes scanning over me, I could see it in his eyes, his walls slowly breaking at my words.

“One night. Right now. We will not talk about it again.” His voice was stern as he spoke. He stood up, moving his grasp on my wrists to shift both of them in one hand, still holding them in between us. “Get on the bed baby.”

His voice was laced with authority and as soon his fingers dropped my wrists I stepped beside him to get on the bed.

I sat on the edge and looked up at him as he faced away from me for a second, his shoulders flexed under his shirt and I bit back the gasp that threatened to leave my lips. He turned around and looked down at me before he motioned back with a flick of his hand. Without saying a word I knew what he meant and I scooted back on my bed until I was sitting with my legs extended in the middle of it.

”Darlin’ you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, even thinking about what I’m going to do to you right now is driving me wild.” His voice was thick like honey as he stepped forward, his knees hitting the edge of my bed before he looked me over again, his mouth moving into a slight upward smile. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me right? Keep your voice down? Don’t want any of your daddy’s friends hearing you, we’re not putting on a show for them sweet girl.”

He learned forward, sliding a knee up between my legs as he hovered above me. His finger tips slid under the waist of my shorts and his fingers hooked into the band, I nodded and lifted my hips slightly for him to pull them down. His breath hitched when he got them off and on the floor and he looked up at me, his eyes softening.

“You are just…adorable angel.” His words brought an immediate blush to my cheeks as I looked away slightly. “Uh uh sweetheart, eyes up here.” He said when he saw me beginning to look away, he brought a hand and gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling my eyes back to his.

“Want you to be a good girl and come undo my belt for me.” He said as he moved to stand back on the edge of my bed.

I nodded and scooted up towards him, sitting on my knees as I brought my shaky hands towards his belt.

”Nervous baby? You asked for this, remember?” His words mocked me and I nodded in response as I looked up into his dark eyes.

“I did.” I murmured softly as I undid his belt buckle. His thick calloused hands met mine as he pulled his belt out with one quick motion and tossed it on the floor next to my discarded shorts.

“Go ahead baby, take out what you wanted.” His instructions were just the right amount of demeaning and encouraging to make me eagerly bring my hands up to his jeans. Pushing them down along with his boxers until his cock sprung free in front of me, I must have made an audible noise because Joel chuckled above me, a hand cupping my cheek and pulling my eyes back up towards him. “Like what you see baby?”

I nodded quickly looking up at him, Joel Miller was packing serious business, length and girth. The hand cupping my cheek brought my face closer to his cock and I could feel his eyes staring down at me.

“Open that pretty mouth baby.” His words melted my brain as I quickly opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out and looking up at him through my eye lashes. “ Such a good girl, so eager and ready for me, mhm?”

I couldn’t say anything because his other hand was wrapping itself through my hair, giving me a makeshift ponytail and he brought my mouth over his cock, slowly until I felt him hit the back of my throat and I gagged lightly at the contact.

“God damn baby…almost came right there.” Joel chuckled softly above me and I looked up through my eyelashes as he kept himself fully in my mouth, completely stilled now. My nose was pressed into his pubic hair and I could feel my throat accommodating to his length as my eyes slightly watered. “I’m gonna move slowly baby, then I’ll speed up a little if I can see you can handle it…” He trailed off slightly as he pulled me back until just the tip was between my lips, slightly prodding my mouth open. “If you ever can’t handle it, you hit my thigh and I will stop immediately, okay baby?”

I nodded as I looked up at him, my mouth tilting to somewhat of a smile around him. He smiled down at me before tightening his grip on my hair and dropping the hand on my cheek and pushing my mouth back down until he was in the back of my throat again. He started a slow pace of pulling me up and down on his cock, hitting the back of my throat with every motion. Eventually his other hand came back up, cupping my cheek as his thumb swiped away a stray tear.

“You look so pretty, sweet girl, your cheeks are so puffy around my cock, doing such a good job.” His praise went straight to my cunt, the warming sensation growing between my thighs. “God baby, if ya keep going like this and looking at me with those pretty eyes, I wont last long enough to properly fuck you into pieces.”

After a few more quick snaps of his hips he pulled me off, his hand in my hair untangling itself and he took a deep breath looking down at me, hungrily.

“Lay down sweetheart, and take off that lil tank top for me.” His command was immediately followed by my body before I could even put a second thought to it.

I slipped my tank top off, tossing it onto the floor as I scooted to the middle of my bed again laying down. I watched him walk around to the other end of my bed. He stepped out of his pants and boxers that were previously around his ankles and he looked at me before pulling his shirt over his head. I let out the little gasp this time for sure, and he smiled as he climbed on top of my bed, kneeling in front of me while I propped myself up on my forearms to look at him.

“God baby, I was going to fuck that pussy but…” He pauses as he hooks a finger into the band of my panties and slides them down my thighs, I lift a leg to help him slip them fully off and I watch him toss them into our growing pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. “I really wanna taste her first, can I taste your pussy sweetheart?” I bite back a whimper as I nod.

“Please Joel.”

He smiled and like a switch flipped he quickly wrapped both his hands around my thighs and pulled me towards him as he kneeled on my bed. He pulled me close to him, holding me open by my thighs and pulled my hips up until they were off my bed and against his chest. I could feel the shift in Joel as he dipped his face down between my thighs. His nose rubbed against me as he licked a long strip up my pussy, shivers running down my spine as he did.

“Fuck, you’re delicious sweetheart.” He said before he fully engulfed himself in me.

His tongue lapped at me as if he was a starved man, and he might as well have been with the way he didn’t come up for air. Eventually once I started squirming in his grasp one of his hands peel itself off my thigh, looking my leg over his shoulder before his hand slipped between us. He brought his head back up and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I looked down at him and saw his beard and mouth glistening with my liquids and even his nose had a little shine on the tip.

“Fuck baby, you taste like heaven.” Was all he said before burying his face right back between my thighs, except this time he focused his mouth on my clit while he pushed a finger inside me.

“Fuck Joel.” I felt the slight stretch around his thick finger and I moaned at feeling him inside me and sucking on my clit.

He pumped his finger before slipping it out and prodding my hole with two of his fingers. I felt him tease my opening with both of his fingers before pumping both of them inside, curling them inside of me.

“Joel..Joel…fuck…” I whined as he continued to pump both his fingers and lap at my clit.

I could feel my orgasm building in my stomach and I squirmed against him, the hand that didn’t have fingers knuckle deep in my hooked my other leg over his shoulder. His free hand reached and kneaded at the flesh of my ass, pulling me closer to him, if that was even humanly possible.

“Feel you clamping down on my fingers angel, wanna feel you come on them, that way I know you’re prepped enough for my cock.” Joel’s words brought my orgasm on quicker as he unlatched himself from my clit, focusing on his assault on my pussy with his fingers.

“So close Joel…please…please can I come?” I whined under him.

He quickened his pace with his fingers and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Asking for permission to come, sweetheart? Such a good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you to ask.” His words had a soft hint of amusement to them before he shook his head. “Go ahead baby, let go, I'm here to hold you, come on my fingers baby.”

With that I felt my orgasm wash over me and my pussy clamp down on his fingers, but that didn’t stop him. He slowed his pace, still fingering me deeply through my orgasm. My back arched as I threw my head back moaning, which was met with Joel’s other hand coming up to cover my mouth.

“Remember sweetheart, gotta keep it down a bit.” I nodded against his hand and watched him slide his fingers out of me with a slick, pop. He brought his two fingers up to his mouth and slid them inside, licking my orgasm off them and I blushed a deep red. His hand came off my mouth and I smiled softly before sitting up slightly.

“Can I…this is silly..” I whispered softly looking up at him. Before I could continue one of his hands slid to the side of my face and he smiled.

“Anything baby, absolutely anything.”

“Can you kiss me?”

He stared at me for a beat, like he was in shock, before the hand on the side of my face slid down to my neck, his grasp tightening, before he nodded, crashing out lips together. I could taste some of the beer he had earlier that night on his lips and I smiled into the kiss, as if he could feel me smiling as his grasp around my neck tightened. When we finally broke for hair, my chest was heaving up and down from the lack of oxygen, he smiled down at me as he pushed me back down to laying on my bed with his hand on my neck as he hovered over me.

“If you ever need me to stop, no questions asked, you hit my thigh sweetheart. If ya can’t reach my thigh, slap the bed.” His voice was calm and his hand moved off my neck as if waiting for my answer.

“Yes sir.” I hummed softly looking up at him and I could see his breath get stuck in his throat.

“Fuck baby, can’t be saying those things to an old man like me.” His voice gave me chills as I watched him give his cock a quick pump as he held it by his base and pressed the tip to my folds. “Gonna go slow baby, gonna stretch you a bit even if I did prep you.”

I nod and look up at him with wide eyes as I feel the tip of his clock sliding into me.

“Fuck…bigger than I thought.” I whimpered softly, this was only the tip and I felt the burn of stretching around him.

“I know baby, that’s why I'm going slow…wanna make sure you have time to get used to me.” He drew himself back out before pushing just the tip in again. “God, I'm gonna ruin this little pussy for anyone else.”

“Joel…I can take more…promise.” My voice was soft as I looked up at him, I needed more of him now.

“Okay darlin’, I can do that.” Joel’s voice was warm as he slid himself deeper in and I moaned as I felt him deeper inside me. “That’s about halfway baby, how are you feeling?” Joel asked as he looked towards me.

“Good Joel, really fucking good.” I murmured softly.

The sight in front of me was heavenly, Joel on his knees with my legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock into me. Taking his time to let me stretch around him and get used to his length before adding more. When Joel bottomed out I let out a soft cry of pure ecstasy.

“She swallowed my cock baby, swallowed it all right up.” Joel hummed as he moved forward, hovering over me, his hands caging me between them. “Didn’t take ya for a greedy lil thing.”

“Joel…fuck…need you to move.” I whimpered softly looking up at him.

Joel obliged with a devoid smile, creating a slow and steady pace. This went on for a bit, both of us getting used to feeling each other. Joel broke first, his eyes finding mine.

“Gonna go faster now, yeah? You can take it, now you can baby.” Joel said as he dropped his face by my ear, his hips snapping against mine.

He brought a hand down, pressing into my stomach as he bucked his hips into me, fucking me at a faster pace than before. I could hear his balls slapping against me with the snap of his hips, and I felt the way his cock stretched me out.

“Fuck baby…” Joel moaned, throwing his head back for a moment before flicking his gaze from his hand on my stomach to my eyes. “Gonna fuck this pussy until it’s in a permanent shape of my cock, gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else. You feel that baby? Feel me up in your stomach?”

Joel lifted the hand that was in my stomach to grab one of mine that was holding onto the mattress like a lifeline and pressed it flush against my stomach where his hand elections was. He held my hand there and I felt the bulging of his cock and I blushed deeply.

“Oh you feel it don’t ya?” Joel chuckled at my deep blush. My second orgasm came quicker than my first, I felt it coming much faster and I squirmed underneath Joel. “Getting close baby? Feel ya clamping down on me.”

I nodded quickly as a string of whimpers and mains came out of my mouth.

“Gotta ask baby, ask your old man to come.” Joel said, looking down at me before my eyes widened.

“Joel…can I…can I come… please…” I whined as Joel brought his free hand to my hips, digging his fingers into me. I knew he would leave small bruises, and I was excited to see them litter my hip in the days to come.

“Hold it sweetheart, I know you can…” Joel said, his voice gruff as he groaned while bucking his hips against mine.

“Can’t” I whined squirming under him, meeting his hips with my own.

“Yes you can and you will sweetheart.” Joel’s voice was harsher now, more commanding than before.

Joel dipped a hand between our bodies, moving from my stomach and while he was fucking me relentlessly his thumb found my clit. His thumb circled my clit and I let out a soft cry at the stimulation. I began writhing a bit harsher now, beginning to struggle holding back my orgasm.

“Come for me baby.” Joel’s voice filled my ears and I nodded gasping lightly as I let go of the tiny bit of self control I had left. My orgasm washed over me and I felt like my body was seizing up.

“Look at you squirming all over my cock.” Joel slowed down his pace, slow and deep, as he fucked me through the orgasm. “Where can I come, baby?”

“Inside Joel. Im…on the pill…please. Want you to fill me up.” I rambled quickly as my mind began to cloud, my body on the brink of over stimulation.

“Fuck baby.” Joel groaned, his pace picking him up as he dropped his head towards my ear. His breathing became more labored before he snapped his hips into me a final time. Burying his head against my ear, his voice came out rugged as he shot hot ropes of his cum into me. “Such a good fucking girl.”

The praise went straight to my head as he dropped himself on top of my of me.

“Joel, that was amazing.” I said softly, wrapping my arms around him.

“You’re amazing sweetheart.” Joel murmured softly, slipping himself out of me and scooting off of me.

He stood up by the edge of where our clothes were all pulled up. I watched him slip his boxers on, before he sat on the edge of my bed, scooting me over before laying back down and tucking my head into his chest.

“Gonna lay here until you fall asleep angel.” His voice was soft in my ears as I nodded against him. “It’s getting late and I know you’re worn out now.”

“Joel?” My voice was soft and timid as I looked up at him, his dark eyes looked down meeting my own.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“I wanna…wanna do that again with you.” I blushed lightly before burying myself back into his chest.

For some reason the voice sounded familiar, like the busboy from the restaurant you worked at. You heard it when you would stack extra dishes in his container while he was already walking towards the kitchen, giving you that playful frown with eyebrows knitted together.

You shook your head quickly, telling yourself you were just imagining it and you slowly opened the bedroom door before stepping out, baseball bat first ready to swing. However when you looked out and saw a lump in your hallway, a lump of a body covered in teal, black, and red which made you pause. The lump was a body, and they were groaning in pain on their side in the middle of your hallway.

“What the fuck.” You mumbled stepping closer and poking the lump with the edge of your bat, presumably what you thought would be their shoulder.

“Please…need your help…y/n.” The person coughed as they clutched their side and you saw the helmet first that they were wearing as it covered their head.

You recognized the red visor of the helmet from the news program you had watched earlier that week as it talked about a masked individual running around in a teal and black suit, with a red visor across their eyes. He was some crime fighter who was dropping bodies at a crazy rate in the city.

Vigilante

The name rang in your head when the dots connected and you dropped the baseball when you realized the visor was not the only red part about them, you could see the blood in your hallway they had dropped that was coming from their side they were clutching. You saw them clutching their side with a gloved hand and saw their chest rising and falling in deep, staggered breaths.

”What…what are you doing in my apartment? How did you even get up here? I live on the fourth floor!” Your words came out quick as you crouched and moved their hand away from their side seeing a deep stab wound that was still bleeding heavily.

The material of the suit they were wearing was soaked in blood, making it even harder to look at their wound to see if it went through his side or not. You slightly gagged at the sight and took their hand and placed it back over the wound applying more pressure yourself with their hand. Their other hand slowly crept up as they scooted onto their back more to make room for their arm to come up, you stepped back slightly evaluating more of the wounds shown on their body. You could see some rips in the suit where you could only assume more cuts or stabs were. You heard the movement and rustle of fabric and looked over as they lifted the mask over their head slowly and tossed their arm to the side clutching the mask as they took deep breaths. You saw the curls on top of their head and the green eyes you always caught staring at you at work.

“Adrian?!” You exclaimed, eyes widening when you realized what was happening on your hallway floor. “What the fuck Adrian!”

Adrian Chase, that nerdy busboy at Fennel Fields, the shitty restaurant you were a hostess at, was bleeding out on your floor in a Vigilante costume. Not just any Vigilante costume, the Vigilante costume of the crime fighter in your city, he was Vigilante and he was laying on your floor right now. Your mind raced as the dots connected themselves in your head and your eyes widened as you looked down at him on your floor.

The odd call offs with excuses like ‘I got hit by a car’ or ‘I was in a snowboarding accident’ that you always brushed off because you didn’t really care about, slowly made a little more sense. The slight limps sometimes also made more sense now when you would see him carrying a bin like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Hi.” Adrian croaked out, turning his head to look at you. “Look, I…had nowhere else to go…I remembered you lived over here…and I trust you but…really could use patching up if you’re down. If not totally fine, I could maybe just nap right here and sleep it all off. Be out of your hair in the morning. I just need to nap a bit I think.”

”What the fuck Adrian?” You said as you moved closer, dropping down on your knees beside him, sliding a hand under his shoulders while the other still held his hand tight into his side to help move him up. “You are lucky you aren’t dead right now.”

Adrian’s eyes drifted to the baseball bat and he let out a light laugh which turned into a coughing fit, leading you to roll your eyes as you patted his back softly.

“Yeah like you were gonna use that baseball bat, you tripped on a pen at work the other day.” His voice was light and he rolled his eyes letting out a breath that sounded like it should’ve been a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, a light pink dusting your cheeks as you recalled the incident. You were walking back to the hostess stand and there was a pen on the ground that you slipped on, completely falling back. But Adrian was quick to run over and help you up, asking if you were okay, and swiping the pen up and tucking it behind your ear before Dave started yelling at him to get back to work bussing tables in the near empty restaurant.

You helped him sit up before you hooked his arm that he was holding the Vigilante mask over your shoulders. It took a second to stabilize yourselves as you were helping him stand up in the hallway. Adrian’s legs resembled a baby deer standing for the first time, his legs shakily trying to keep him steady while you helped him.

“Bathroom, we are gonna go to the bathroom to access this.” You tried to muster as much calm as you could but your voice was still shaky and you could hear your heart beat faster with every glance over at him.

“Bathroom is a good idea. I really need to take a leak though, which seems pretty secondary considering…” He trailed off looking down at himself.

The two of you walked, as best as Adrian could, to your bathroom which was across the hall from your bedroom. You heard Adrian’s winces and groans with every step and it made your heart hurt hearing him in so much pain, it also made your mind wonder how the hell he figured to show up in your apartment. You opened the door with a flat palm against it and stumbled Adrian into it, he flicked on the light as he stepped in and you helped him fall gently into the bathtub.

He laid out in the tub, his head and shoulders pressed slightly up against the wall. He tossed the Vigilante mask on the floor and looked up at the ceiling taking deep breaths as he slowly took off his gloves and tossed them on the floor as well. His eyes were squeezed shut in pain and you could see his chest rising and falling at a laborious rate.

“Fuck dude, how did that happen?” You asked as you turned around to grab your first aid kit, not knowing if your small kit would be enough to tackle all his wounds.

“Was killing these guys…in an alley…they were about to…do an awful thing to this woman..” He stops and lets out a string of curses as he sinks further into the tub, his eyes fluttering in pain before he opens them to look back over at you. “I think she thought I was also one of them, even if I was in a super cool suit and they were in cargo shorts, because after I killed them she pulled this switch blade out of her purse and just stabbed me…I tried calming her down with crow facts but she didn’t like that very much…”

The sight made your breath hitch, with the bathroom light on you finally got a real good look at him. You had seen Vigilante before in news footage and to be frank you thought the suit was attractive, not like the other costumes running around the city, there was something different about his suit, and you swore the mask was the main reason.The way he moved in those videos made your heart race a bit, the pure strength it looked like he had made your mind wander to a filthy territory. Now he was here, laid out in your bathtub covered in dirt, grime, and a lot of blood. But it was not just Vigilante anymore, it was Adrian Chase in your bathtub now.

The busboy at Fennel Fields, the nerd who would ramble about D&D to you in the break room when no one else would listen, and some show called Fargo, the nerd who also was quick to defend you to the manager or other coworkers, the nerd who would walk you out to your car at night because he said the chef was looking at you weird. The nerd who always found an excuse to be near you, and now he could not get much closer than he was right now.

“Done staring yet?” His voice cut into your thoughts and you blinked, nodding sheepishly, quickly moving to sit on the edge of the tub.

”Move your hand so I can see how deep it is.” I instructed quickly, grabbing his wrist and moving his arm to the side. The blood had seeped into his suit and it was already hard to gauge on the black fabric but the mixture of blood made it near impossible. “You gotta take it off. I can't see the wound enough with the dark fabric and the blood mixing together.”

“If you wanted to see me without a shirt, all you had to do was ask.” His voice was light, he was trying to lighten the mood and make it not seem like he was bleeding out in your bathtub right now. “Could always go to the bathroom at work-”

“Take the top of your suit off, I’m gonna grab a few towels from my closet real quick.” You were quick to cut him off and stand up, running out to the hallway closet, grabbing a few wash clothes and a big towel.

You stared into your closet for a second taking a shaky breath, still trying to wrap your mind around what was happening in your bathtub right now. Vigilante, no, Adrian, was laying in your tub possibly bleeding out from stab wounds. You ran back into the bathroom and almost dropped the towels at the sight in front of you.

“Adrian! I meant the top of your suit, not the whole thing!” You exclaimed reddening as you focused your eyes on his, rather than his entire body which was laid out in your bathtub, a pair of white undies leaving very little to the imagination. “How did you even do that so fast?!”

“You said you needed to address the wounds!” He exclaimed back in a similar tone, almost mocking your own shock.

You rolled your eyes and moved back to the edge of the tub, you set the clean towels on your closed toilet seat and grabbed one of the rags. Leaning over the tub towards the spout, flicking the water on and running the rang under the cold water for a second before turning the water back off. You heard Adrian gasp lightly at the cold and try his best to move his legs away from the water.

”Sorry I needed to dampen the rag.” You mumbled scooting back towards him letting your eyes rack over him this time.

You knew Adrian seemed big, in the sense that there was definitely some muscle to him. Sometimes after rush and while he was busing you saw his veins just slightly popping in his arms and hands. You figured under that shitty uniform that was a little build to him but this, Adrian Chase’s abs staring at you in your bathtub was not what you expected. You admired them for a second as you surveyed his torso and you were glad he wasn’t one of those people who prioritized no fat and all muscle because he still looked completely huggable.

“I’m gonna wipe the blood off, see how deep it really is, see if you need stitches or if you’ve just lost a lot of blood.” You were more so talking to yourself but you looked up towards Adrian as you finished your sentence.

He looked like a kicked puppy as he nodded his head, he was littered in cuts and what looked like bruises to form in the next few days. There was something else in his eyes though, something infatuating while he stared at you. While cleaning up the blood on his abdomen you felt his gaze looking down at you, his head was slightly propped up against the wall in your tub while you cleaned him up with the rag.

“Do you wanna know an owl fact?” His voice cut through the silence in the bathroom.

You turned your head up at him a bit confused at the random question but nodded. If it would fill the silence while you worked and make this whole situation seem less confusing then it was, why not?

“Sure, if it keeps you awake and conscious, lay all the owl facts on me.” You smiled softly before turning your attention back to the deep wound on his side.

”Really?! Cool, no one ever says yes like that.” His voice shifted towards a more excited tone and you smiled softly hearing his change in tone.

“Did you know owls have orb eyes that stay in place, they can't move like our eyes…so owls have to like turn their whole head..” his voice trails off and you quickly turn your head up towards him seeing his smile falter and his eyes blinking shut.

A string of curses fall out of your mouth as you drop the rag on his chest and bring your hands up to cup his face.

”Adrian? Adrian? Come on…I need you to keep your eyes open for me.” You said quickly, your eyes scanning his face and you feel a very weak nod in your hands. “There you go, keep telling me about owls? What’s your favorite type of owl? Have you seen a lot of owls? I swear I always hear some outside of work” You rambled, staring at his face, seeing if any of your words were registering to him at all right now.

“Long-eared….owl…ears…” He babbled a few words you could pick up then the next few made you freeze. “…lo..love you.”

Adrian’s body went slack in your tub and you could feel yourself holding his head up in your hands, you didn’t realize the tears slowly streaming down your cheeks until they started falling on his face. You lightly tapped his cheek with a hand and when he didn’t open his eyes you froze in fear. You took a quick breath and gently laid his head down against the wall and looked at his wound on his side. It looked deep but not the deepest to where stitches would make or break the healing. You disinfected it and placed a thick gauze on it, wrapping it as tightly as you could. You cleaned any other cut you saw and you wanted to smile at the finished sight, seeing Adrian littered in Hello Kitty bandaids would have been cute in any other context other than the current one.

Your next worry was internal bleeding, knowing you had no way of knowing if anything internally was skewed, but by some miracle it looked like the lady got so close to his side nothing important was hit by the wound. You had winced wrapping it up because it looked like she sawed into him a bit and that's what caused a lot of the bleeding.

“Fuck you Adrian.” You mumbled as you leaned in placing an ear against his chest, he was still beating and he had a regular heart beat which let you take a deep breath, relaxing only slightly. “Fuck you for dropping the L-bomb when I thought you were dying in my bathtub.”

Your nerves subsided slightly at this and you stood up looking at the mess in your bathroom. Blood stained tub and a pile of bloodied towels with a Vigilante costume on your bathroom floor. You wrapped both your arms around Adrian and slowly moved him out of your tub, you winced as you realized you would be dragging him out of the bathroom. Once he was out of the tub you stood behind him, arms around his chest, right under his shoulders, to drag him out and to your bedroom. You were able to maneuver him into your bed and you tossed your comforter over him before closing the door behind you. You leaned against your closed bedroom door and surveyed your hallway as you walked through it to the living room.

Now you were left with the aftermath of your coworker, who you just found out was Vigilante, breaking into your apartment for medical attention and leaving blood everywhere.

The next few hours were quiet compared to what just happened. You walked back to the restroom and looked at the pile of stuff on your bathroom floor. You picked up the pieces of the Vigilante costume and tossed them into your bathtub along with the towels. Still trying to wrap your head around what just happened you filled the tub with cold water and began scrubbing away some of the blood on the costume. The quiet sounds of your breathing and scrubbing was the only thing you heard, until you started hearing Adrian snore from your bedroom. After getting most of the blood out of the costume you tossed it, along with the towels, into the washer on a short cycle while you tackled the rest of your apartment that had Adrian’s blood spread throughout it.

୨♡୧

Three months.

It had been three months since the night Adrian climbed through your balcony in your apartment and almost dropped dead in your hallway. It had started with a month of avoidance, mostly on your part as you wrapped your mind around what happened that night. 

Wrapping your mind around what he said to you. 

Another month after that to get back to where you guys were, friends. That’s all you were, all you could afford to be now. Part of you did not want to get wrapped up in all of the vigilante stuff Adrian was a part of. While another part wanted to explore the danger that came along with that side of him. 

Every social media clip of Vigilante, every news segment about him, made your stomach do flips. Knowing that Adrian Chase was the one behind the mask, knowing he was risking his life every night to fight crime, and he had only shown up to your place in that costume once when he was bleeding out. The two of you didn't talk about that night, Adrian had kept true to his word about being gone and out of your hair before you woke up on your couch after letting him sleep in your bed.

He was out before you woke up, his suit gone from the laundry room and the towels you were washing were folded on top of the dryer. He left your kitchen cleaner than how you had left it the night before, which only led you to assume he had made himself something to eat. You were quick to push the memory of that night down, into the deepest parts of your mind, otherwise you would think about it nonstop, every second of the day. 

By the third month, you knew you could no longer ignore that night. You began waking up to flowers left on your balcony, bouquets of roses every Tuesday night like clock work, as soon as the last bouquet was starting to show signs of wilting the next week a fresh bouquet would appear. Everytime you received the flowers there was a small card inside of the bouquet, only ever with a heart on it drawn in a teal marker. You kept all the cards in a small box on your coffee table, as soon as you saw the first note in the bouquet and knowing they were on your balcony, you had  begun to suspect who was leaving them there. The same man who had let himself in on your balcony three months ago. 

You had not talked to Adrian much at work either, as if Dave was spying on you, you and Adrian had not been scheduled together for some time now.

Tonight was one of the nights you had wished Adrian was scheduled to work with you though, even before the night when you found out his secret identity he would often walk you out to the parking lot behind Fennel Fields to your car. Insisting he make sure you got to your car safe, especially since you were usually the last hostess to leave, you just hated rolling silverware so much. Tonight you were closing, again, and your car had broken down earlier that day. Leaving you walking to work, during the day it was fine, plenty of people in the streets and sidewalks, plenty of noise. Now it was dark and quiet, eerily quiet as you left that shitty restaurant. Too quiet as you stuck your hands in your coat pockets as you walked down the sidewalk, the only company you had was your shadow walking beside you, that you knew of. 

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, it had turned your casual walk into a brisker walk, mentally counting down the blocks until your apartment. You kept your head facing forward, straight ahead on the horizon. There was not much else to do, you opted for no music to stay sharp, especially at this hour. 

When you had only slightly begun to relax you heard what could only be described as some asshole cat calling you from the side of a building.

”Hey angel! How much for the uniform to stay on?” His voice was sickly in your ears and you stepped to walk closer to the edge of the sidewalk, not responding to him. 

Fuck Dave and these new uniforms. Fuck Dave for making you wear a uniform skirt instead of your pants. 

Fuck Dave

“Hey baby! Don’t give me the cold shoulder!” The man kicked off from the wall of the building as you got closer and you could see his sleazy smirk as he stepped towards you. His arms outstretched as if he was getting ready to embrace you.

You took another step towards the edge of the sidewalk, as close as you could be without directly stepping into the road. You tried not to pay him any attention, telling yourself to just pass him quickly and keep going. But his voice, it rang in your ears and you could hear him beginning to walk behind you. His first steps were getting closer and louder as you sped up. You heard your own footsteps then his falling in time. It took you half a second to burst into a sprint and the man did not hesitate to match you in pursuit. 

“You can’t just ignore me!” He called out, you could not spare a glance behind you but you knew he was not far away whatsoever. 

As you ran you heard his steps getting closer and heavier. You felt a hand grab your shoulder, fingers digging into it and stopping you in your tracks. Before you could turn or try to twist away you saw a shadow moving in the corner of your eye from the alley you just passed and before the man behind you could mutter another syllable, the hand on your shoulder lost its grip, and you heard the thud of the man hitting the sidewalk behind you. 

You were still frozen, wrapping your mind around what you could possibly turn around to, if you wanted to turn around even, you could just bolt right now and somehow forget this whole event with a bottle of wine. 

“Are you okay?” A voice asked softly behind you, and you immediately knew who was behind you, relief washed over you. Without another thought you turned around, seeing the teal and red visor. Still in a state of shock all you could do was stare at him, at Vigilante as he stood in front of you, blood splattered on the front of his suit as he stood behind the slumped body of the sleazebag who had chased after you. Your eyes trailed down, down his body then to the now corpse on the sidewalk. “Say something, please, are you okay?” 

You exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and slowly nodded your head. You had never been so still before, a million thoughts racing in your mind as you begin to wonder if Vigilante had not been right there.

“Adri- Vigilante, thank you.” You managed after a deep and shaky breath. 

“Let me walk you to your apartment the rest of the way, you’re very clearly in some sort of state of shock right now.” Vigilante stepped closer to you, bringing a hand up towards your shoulder, the same shoulder as earlier and without thinking you pulled back from him. You could not see his face behind his mask but you heard his breath hitch at your movement. “Hey, hey hey hey…it’s okay, you’re okay, nothing was ever going to happen to you, I promise. I would never let anything happen to you, like…ever…plus he technically did commit a crime. That type of cat calling and touching was harassment.” 

As if on some sort of que you felt tears begin to swell in the corners of your eyes. You weren’t a cryer, but the shock turned you into one you supposed. 

“Can I walk you the rest of the way?” Vigilante’s voice was soft, comforting even in this moment. You managed a nod and he stepped closer to you, hesitantly holding a hand out before speaking again. “Can I wrap my arm around your shoulders? Is that okay?” 

You nodded again and he came to stand next to you, wrapping an arm gently around your shoulders. 

Walking with him was quiet, the humming of the streetlights was steady in your ears as you walked under them. It was rare to have such a quiet moment with the man you knew was under the suit, but it was quiet now. You were expecting to hear a tangent about owls or crows as you two walked, but you were met with silence right now. Your apartment came into view after a few quiet moments and Vigilante paused, holding you softly against his side, his hand running up and down your arm.

“I can’t walk into your building like this, can you walk inside and go to your apartment alone? I’ll be on your balcony before you even get there okay? Can you do that for me?” You nodded, taking a shaky breath before Vigilante softly squeezed your shoulder before dropping his arm completely. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

With that he ran off into the darkness behind your building, you walked inside, the quiet hum of electricity from the lights keeping you company again. You walked briskly to your apartment and slammed the door behind you, locking it. Adrian was right, he was standing on your balcony as you walked over and unlocked it for him. He stepped in quickly, opening the sliding door himself, closing the distance between the two of you with two quick strides.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft in your ear as he engulfed you into his arms, pulling you tight into his chest. 

You felt him stiffen slightly as he held you tighter against him, a hand hesitantly coming up to cradle your head against his chest. As if your walls were crumbling down around you, you let yourself relax against him, your shoulders falling as you closed your eyes and took a deep and shaky breath.

“Thank you.” You mumbled against him and you felt his hand tighten against your head, as he held you tighter. “I don't know what I would have-”

“Don’t thank me, I would never let anything ever happen to you. Told you like, a bajillion times, dude!” Adrian’s voice was light, even under the mask he was wearing. “Go sit down, I'm gonna bring you some water.” His voice was soft, softer than it usually was as he lightly held pushed you away towards your couch. 

You took a few steps slowly, curling up into the corner of your couch as you watched him walk around the back of it, towards the kitchen. You watched as he pulled your brita out of the fridge and poured a glass of water for you before setting the container of water on the counter and walking back out to the living room. 

“As I promised, take a deep breath, then take a drink, okay?” Adrian’s voice was soft behind the mask as he sat on the coffee table across from you. As you held the glass taking a small sip from it Adrian brought a hand under his mask and slid it up, shaking his hair loose, as he set the mask down on the coffee table beside him. “See, look at those deep breaths, doing such a good job.”

The more you looked at Adrian, the harder it got not to cry again. You shakily held the glass back out to him and he quickly took it from your hand and set it on the coffee table with a soft, clink. 

 “Adrian…we have to…have to talk.” You said looking over at him, forcing yourself to not let the slight crack in your voice stop you as more tears pooled in your eyes. You saw his back straighten up after you said that and he just nodded. ‘It’s been…three months.” 

“I’m sorry about that…believe me I'm really sorry...I have no excuses.” His voice started to crack at the end too, similarly to yours as he looked into your eyes. His eyes were filled with a whirlpool of emotions, yet sadness was the deepest one. 

“Do you remember that night three months ago?” You asked, crossing your arms as you curled into the corner of your couch, holding onto yourself for a lack of a better comfort in that moment. 

“Of course I remember that night.” Adrian said as he moved forward, off of the coffee table to kneel on the floor in front of the couch grabbing your hands and holding them in his own. His stance made him look like he was pleasing for you, pleading for you to listen to him explain himself to you. “I knew as soon as it happened I should have waited to talk to you in the morning. It wasn’t right to leave that morning without talking to you. Then I got all in my head and thought you would never wanna see my face again.”

“You don’t get to make that decision for me.” Your voice was sharper than you meant for it to be as you shook your hands away from his and recrossed your arms. 

You looked down at him kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with glassy eyes. Something in your stomach twisted seeing him like this, in his Vigilante suit, minus the mask, looking up with those curls and glassy eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat while you took him in. 

“I’m sorry, look we can talk about all of it but just don’t say you never wanna see me again. I don’t know what I would do without-” Adrian’s voice was shaky as his own tears began slowly trickling down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes, and you saw his bottom lip slowly starting to quiver. 

“Did you mean what you said that night in my bathtub? Do you remember?” You cut off Adrian as you reached out to grab one of his hands in both of yours, leaning ever so slightly towards him. 

“Yeah, I do…remember that night pretty well surprisingly.” Adrian smiles up at you as silent tears stream down his cheeks, glistening under your lights. “I never wanted it to happen this way, but I have had this crush on you since you walked in on your first shift. I knew we have been friends since we started working together. That night all I could think about was you, and if I actually was gonna bleed out I wanted to see you one more time.” Adrian’s voice was shaky at best and he looked like a little puppy in front of you. 

“And the flowers?” You asked, squeezing his hand reassuringly for him to continue explaining as more tears swelled in your own eyes. 

“They were me trying to remind you that no matter if I got pushed away I was always looking out for you and protecting you, like tonight, added your apartment to my patrol routes, and Fennel Fields. Did you see the notes?” Adrian leaned closer and you felt your own tears beginning to slowly fall from your eyes thinking about the flowers, the notes, and everything. 

“These for me?” Adrian asked, bringing his hands up to wipe your tears with his thumbs while cupping your face. His hands were still covered in his gloves and you felt the cool material pressing against your skin. He kept his hands cupping your face and looked up at you softly smiling. “You look so pretty right now, such a pretty crier, especially when the tears are all mine.” 

“Yeah, the notes are in the box on the coffee table actually.” You sniffled softly as you shook your head blushing lightly at his words. You motioned towards the small box on the coffee table.

Adrian quickly followed your gaze towards the coffee table. With an outstretched hand he grabbed the box and you let go of his other hand as he brought it to the box and opened it, being met with a dozen different little bouquet note cards with different hearts on them and the occasional smiley face as well. All the notes he had ever given you with your flowers all present inside of the box. 

“You kept them?” Adrian said in awe as he flicked through all the cards in the box. “Thought this was just another one of your little trinket boxes with like those weird little mini figures that glow in the dark. The one you showed me at work that you put on the hostess stand by the tip jar.”

“They’re called Smiskis.” You giggled softly and shook your head at his commentary. “Look, we need to finish our conversation though, stop trying to change the subject. You dropped a major L-bomb on me and I know that I pushed you away but…is the feeling still…still there?” 

“Yes, a billion times yes.” Adrian responded quickly, placing the little box back on your coffee table and twisting to look back up at you. “Listen, give me a chance, don’t leave me…please…I can be so good to you.”

You wiped your face of stray tears and nodded slowly to which Adrian slowly stood up and sat on the couch next to you and looked over at you with a  more excited expression than before. 

“Do you really wanna try us out?” His voice was soft as it washed over you, comforting in a way, as to wrap up the previous conversation. 

“I wanna try us out, and I want you all of you, in and out of the costume.” You smiled softly nodding. 

“Are you ready for Adrian Chase by day…” Adrian smiled standing up and putting his hands on his hips posing before grabbing his mask and slipping it on and turning to pose again. “...then Vigilante by night.” 

You laughed lightly and felt your mood already getting brighter as you guys shifted away from hatching out the feelings you two shared. 

“Thank you for tonight, again.” Your voice as soft as you scooted back into the corner of the couch curling up. “Would you want to stay for a movie?” 

“Yeah I have so many perfect movies we can watch. I actually made a whole list on Letterbox of movies that I really wanted to watch with you. Do you mind if I stay in the suit? I don’t really have anything else to wear.” Adrian smiled leaning back into the couch, mimicking you, as he pulled his phone out of a pocket in the suit. With a free hand he slipped off the Vigilante mask again and tossed it to the other side of the couch. 

“Yeah, it's fine Ades.” You smiled and reached forward for the tv remote that was on the coffee table. “Next time, we’ll make sure you have some comfy clothes to put on.”

“Yes!” Adrian exclaimed looking towards the tv. “Can’t believe I have an awesome girlfriend now, officially.”

You laughed lightly and stood up tossing the remote into his lap.

”Put whatever movie is first on your list and I'm gonna go make some popcorn.” Your voice carried into the living room while you walked towards the kitchen.

Throughout the movie you two eventually ended up leaning on each other and falling asleep before the end of the movie, exhausted from work and being Vigilante. Your first night as an official couple ended with rolling credits accompanied by snores from the both of you. 

Eventually at some point Adrian woke up before you and he smiled softly knowing the small bump of three months ago was just that, a small bump in his path to becoming your boyfriend. He grabbed a blanket that hung over the couch and wrapped the two of you in it before leaning back into your side and falling back asleep. 

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Deja vu hit you like a rock as you laid in your bed half awake while you were startled by a loud banging noise that sounded like it came from your balcony. You sat up quickly before looking over at your bedroom door that was ever so slightly ajar, you looked over at the clock on your bedside table and saw the time, five in the morning. You immediately knew what the sound was from, being with Adrian for the past few months, your nights had gotten more routine when Adrian got back from patrols or missions during late hours of the night.

”Ades! If you break my lamp again you’re taking me to IKEA to buy me a new one!” You called out standing up from your bed and wrapping yourself in your robe.

You walked out towards your bedroom doorway and as you opened the door more you were immediately met with Adrian’s chest. You bumped into him and looked up at him smiling softly when you did not see any blood on him this time. He was still wearing the Vigilante mask and full suit, by now he usually had the mask off at least, you tilted your head wondering why he was still fully in his uniform then the realization hit you. 

“My pretty girl, I need you tonight…all of you.” His voice was deep and muffled in his mask as he looked down at you. 

You saw his eyes through the red visor of his mask and they looked darker than normal, completely blown out by desire, conflict crashed behind them too as he looked down at you. You knew exactly what he meant when he said he needed all of you, tonight must have been a really rough night with whatever he was doing out on patrol. He did not feel powerful or in control anymore and you knew what he needed to feel like himself again. You nodded and took his hand trying to guide him back to your bed to get his suit off. 

“No…” Adrian’s voice was sharp in your ears and you froze immediately turning to look over at him. “…Need to be in control tonight, need this tonight.” 

Adrian twisted his hand out of yours to grab your wrist, sharply pulling you back towards him. Your chests collided again with a small oomf, and you looked up at Adrian nodding softly, understanding what he needed to feel tonight. This was one of your favorite types of nights with Adrian, he needed a release, he needed to feel his own strength and power. Tonight must have been bad and not gone according to the plan he had in his head. Adrian’s other hand that was not holding onto your wrist came up to your robe, untying the loose knot in the front and watching as the sides fell open. You had not been sleeping in much because it was a warm summer night, a pair of Adrian’s boxer shorts and a small frilly lace tank top half-hazardly covered your body. His eyes raked over your body, taking in your little outfit and you swore you almost saw a smile behind the mask.

“These my shorts?” His voice was heavy as he looked down at you. “How did you know I was having a rough night? Seeing you in my clothes always makes me feel better.” 

“Just like sleeping in your clothes, makes me feel nice while you’re gone.” Your voice was soft as you looked up at Adrian, his hand that untied your robe came up to cup your cheek. 

“My gorgeous…pretty girl, you remember your safe word?” A chill ran down your spine as you nodded up at him. 

The hand that was cupping your cheek left your cheek for a second before cracking back against it. You felt your head snap to the side and Adrian’s gloved hand grabbed your cheek again pulling your face to look up at his. 

“You know you’re supposed to use your words. I wanna hear it.” His voice was rough and you took a shaky breath.

”My safe word is butterfly, Adrian.” You said looking up at him with tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from the shock and impact of him smacking you. His hand rubbed the pain out of your cheek as he looked down at you, and you could feel the adoration filling his eyes. 

“You know what my name is when I'm in this uniform sweetheart.” His voice was cool in your ears and you took a quick breath looking up at him between your eyelashes. 

“I know Vigilante.” 

“Fuck…” Vigilante groaned as you looked up at him with glassy eyes and your soft expression. “…my name sounds so good from your lips, pretty girl. Cannot wait to hear it being screamed from your lips too. Knees. Now.” 

You hear the command, the power dripping from his tone and you fell to your knees with a loud thud. 

“Hands on your lap sweet girl, you know what to do.” Vigilante’s voice washed over you and you adjusted your position. 

You straightened out your back as you sat back on your heels. You placed your palms down on the top of your thighs and you looked up, tilting your head back at Vigilante towering over you from behind. He walked around you once before standing behind you and running his hand through your hair, shifting your head to face forward. He shifted the hair over one of your shoulders before he began walking back towards the bed. You heard the squeak of the mattress behind you as he sat down. It was a quiet few moments, the silence was never uncomfortable with him, but you knew what he was doing as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was what he did every time he had a rough night and needed you in such a deprived, animalistic way. He was watching you as you sat there, absorbing every detail of your submission to him, from the way your hair covered your shoulder that he had moved, to the way your shoulder blades flexed under your tank top. 

“Come here sweet girl.” You heard Vigilante’s voice behind you and you heard the patting noise that his gloved hand made on his kevlar cladded thigh. 

You stood up slowly, taking a deep breath before you turned around and walked over to Vigilante on the bed. His hands immediately found your hips as he guided you to sit on his lap, your legs on the outside of his, completely straddling him beneath you.

”My pretty girl, my pretty pretty pretty girl…” Vigilante trailed off as his hands tightened around your hips and you swore you were going to have finger sized bruises all over your sides in the morning. 

You felt your thighs tighten around him and you burrowed into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. Almost involuntarily you felt your hips buck against him as he brought one of his hands to wrap around the back of your neck. 

“Who told you to grind your pretty hips down?” Vigilante’s voice was deep in your ear as he moved his mouth down towards your ear, speaking directly into you, completely washing over you as you shook your head. 

“No one.” You murmured softly, pressing your hips into him to still them. 

His other hand that was still gripping your hip shifted down, grabbing and kneading at the flesh of the top of your ass before it was gone and coming back down with a harsh thwack. Vigilante squeezed the spot he just smacked and shook his head, giving a light tsk before speaking low in your ear again. 

“Then why did you? I thought my girl was gonna be good for me tonight.”

“I am…please…let me show you I can be good.” You leaned back in his lap and looked up at him with glassy eyes. A look he could never and has ever resisted even before he officially got with you. 

“You wanna show me?” Vigilante’s voice dipped into a softer territory before he tightened his grasp on the back of your neck, his hand that was still grabbing at your ass pulled you back and up, maneuvering you to be straddling one of his thighs. “Go ahead sweet girl, you want to buck and grind your hips, show me how those hips move on my thigh.” He punctuated the sentence with one more harsh smack before moving his hand off your ass to prop himself up on the bed.

“Fuck…Vig…” You whined as you began grinding down on his thigh, his thin boxer shorts doing nothing as you created more friction between you and his thigh. 

“Such pretty noises you make when you take what you need, sweet girl…” His voice was soft as he watched you, he adored the way you look when you rode his thigh, he loved seeing you get off on different parts of him, using him for your own satisfaction. “Look at those hips move sweet girl, you were that desperate, huh?”

He sat up straighter, his hand that was on the back of your through sliding to the front, squeezing the sides of your throat while the other hand that was propping him up found its way back to your hip. Before it dipped under the waistband of his boxers. 

“No panties? Such a dirty fucking girl…you’ve just been waiting for this pussy to get attention, huh?” When you nodded and whimpered at his words while you rode his thigh, Vigilante tsk’d and shook his head looking at you. “You’re such a pathetic girl, does your brain stop working when you get a little friction between your thighs? Use your fucking words before I pick you up and throw you over my knee.”

“Yes! I wanted you to fuck me when you came back Vigilante! Waited for you all night.” Your voice cracked as your grinding turned more into squirming on his thigh.

“So fucking needy you can’t even ride my thigh the right way sweet thing.” His voice was rough in your ears and it made your swollen clit throb even more. 

Vigilante dropped the hand that was grabbing at your hip under the boxers and slid it up, before bringing it to a holster on his hip. You felt your gaze drop down to his hands, your hips also slowing down as curiosity washed over you. You felt his hand around your neck squeeze tighter when he noticed you slow down and start watching him.

“Did I say to slow down?” His voice boomed in your ears and you quickly picked your pace back up. 

“No, ‘m sorry Vig.” You choked out as best as you could with his hand around your throat.

“Good girl, focus on making that pretty little clit happy, don’t think about anything else” He said as he grabbed a small knife from the holster on his hip and flicked it open. He played with the knife for a moment in his palm, finding a good grip on it and sliding his index finger against the top edge of the blade. You looked ahead at him as he looked down at you focusing on whatever was going on in his mind. Without a moment to spare he brought the knife down by where your thighs were squeezing around him. “You trust me sweet girl?”

“Trust you with…my life Vigilante.” Your words were soft as you whimpered them. You knew Adrian could never really hurt you, he took real careful precautions around you, the exhilarating fun was always measured in the safety of your own well being.  

Vigilante slid the knife towards the front of the shorts and cut open the flap of the shorts that connected the legs. Flicking the knife closed, it got tossed to the floor and Vigilante made quick work of finishing the ripping of the boxers open. Fabric hung from the waist band around your hips, your swollen clit now directly rubbing against his kevlar thigh.

“Soaking my fucking thigh sweet thing.” He said as he brought his free hand up to your hips again, guiding them in riding his thigh. 

“Vig…please…” Your voice was cracking and light whimpers filled the spaces between coherent words, having not even the slightest barrier between you and his suit anymore. “...it's too much…wanna come around your thigh.” 

“I don’t really care what you want sweet things, tonight's not about what you want. It’s about what I tell you to do, and im telling you not to stop riding this fucking thigh.” His rough and condescending tone involuntarily brought a moan from your lips, you felt your thighs tighten around his one, and light whimpers began falling from your lips more loosely now.

You felt him watch you, watching you buck your hips and whimper, watching you claw at his chest and moan, watching you becoming undone. Tears began pooling in your eyes as you got closer and closer towards the orgasm you were chasing. When Vigilante noticed the tears he let out a light chuckle, grabbing at your chin to make you look at him, before shifting his hand to cup your cheek. 

“You’re right there aren’t you sweet thing? Crying from riding your hero’s thigh. Havn’t even pressed my cock into you and you’re already a fucking mess for me. Go ahead baby, come undone all over my thigh.” He brushed away tears that did fall from your eyes with a soft thumb, before rubbing them into your cheek. 

You whined at his words, incoherent syllables, as you gave a few more rough bucks of your hips before feeling the orgasm you had been chasing washing over you. You were feel every sensation ten fold as you felt your thighs tighten around his one and you bite into his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming at your own release. 

“Fuck sweet thing, get up on the bed, on your back.” His voice was rough as he leaned back a bit and pulled you forward off his thigh so you could climb up onto his bed. 

He let a hand push you towards climbing past his lap and onto the middle of the bed. He followed you on his knees, kneeling over your body in the middle of the bed.

“Look so pretty looking up at me, really wanna taste that sweet orgasm of yours you just had on my thigh.” Vigilante scooped your calves up in his hands, pulling the lower part of your body up towards him, pulling you closer towards him until only your shoulders were on the bed and you  had the rest of your body up in the air towards him.

You weren’t sure how your body could be maneuvered in the way he was pulling you but your knees ended up over his shoulders. One of his hands came up to pull his mask off, tossing it across the room and shaking his hair out. You smiled up at him, getting to look into his eyes fully now beneath the mask. 

“Gonna eat that orgasm out of your sweet thing, want every last fuckign drop, it's all mine isn’t it?” His eyes were completely gazed over as you looked at him in awe at how he was acting.

Before you could respond to his question, you gasped at feeling the flat of his tongue sliding over you. You threw your head back doing your best to close any possible millimeters between you and him. His teeth pull and teased on your clit before what felt like Vigilante unhinging his jaw and sliding his tongue inside of you. Lewd noises filled the room between his slurping and your moaning. You felt like he was eating the soul out of you and you felt like your legs were turning to putty over his shoulders. Another orgasm was building up inside of you and you were beginning to squirm more, until you felt his hand tighten around your thighs. 

“Gonna give me another orgasm sweet thing? I’m not stopping until these thighs are shaking.” He pulled away, looking down at you as he spoke, his mouth and nose glistening with your own liquids. 

“Wanna come on your mouth Vig.” Your voice was sweet in his ears, washing over him like honey.

When his mouth reconnected you whimpered, feeling the mixture of his tongue and teeth circling your clit. Your stomach tightened and you felt your thighs beginning to squeeze around Vigilante, almost involuntarily as you got closer to another orgasm. His tongue was deep in you, making quick work of you as the pressure inside you built. As if he could taste the upcoming orgasm you were on the brink off, you felt him sucking on your clit harder now, focusing his attention on the small bundle of sensitive nerves. You twisted in the air as you felt your orgasm washing over you and a string of incoherent curses left your lips. Vigilante slowly pulled himself off your clit and lowered your legs and hips back onto the bed. 

“Taste like fucking heaven between those legs baby.” His voice was soft in your ears as you looked up at him still, seeing your own come glistening on his face and chin. His hands slid out from under your legs and shifted to his own suit, unclicking his utility belt and tossing it to the floor, before he slid his pants down, freeing his hard and angry cock. “Turn around sweet thing, ass up.”

You must have been moving too slow because while you were in the process of flipping around, his hands came to your hips flipping you onto your stomach faster. Your face smooshed into the mattress while one of his hands slid under your waist pulling your hips up while the other pressed your shoulders down into the bed. His hand moved from your waist to his own cock, giving himself a few rough pumps before pressing the tip of it against the folds of your pussy. Pressing in between them and sliding his cock through them slowly, teasingly pressing the tip to your hole without pushing it in. Listening to your whine against the mattress was like music to Vigilante’s ears before he pressed his cock into your hole, going as far as the tip. 

“Feel you clamping down on me, you’re so fucking tight sweet girl, suffocating me back here.” His voice was rough in your ears as he groaned.

He continued pressing into you, inch by inch, until he was bottomed out inside of you. His hand that was on your shoulders shifted towards grasping at your neck, pushing you against the mattress and lightly squeezing at your throat. His other hand gripped your hip as he began to roughly pull in and out of you. Pounding into you roughly, filling the room with lewd slapping noises. 

“Love this pussy so much, she’s all fucking mine.” Vigilante groaned behind you, and you felt him deep inside of you, pounding up against your walls. 

You felt him find a steady pace of pounding into you, each movement of his hips was met with yours, and you heard his balls slapping against your cunt with every thrust. Your legs were gone after two orgasms and now being put in his favorite position. His hand moved away from your throat so he could grip your hips with both of his hands. While thrusting in and out, in and out, his finger tips tightened on you, pressing down into the skin. 

“Gonna fuck the shape of my cock into you sweet thing, like my perfect little pocket pussy, absolutely fucking made for me.” His voice was raw and you felt your own mind clouding up in bliss. 

“Fuck…Ades…Ades need you.” You lifted your head up to press your cheek into the mattress sucking in a deep breath of air.

“I know pretty girl, you’ve been so fucking good for me. Give me everything I asked for. You’re gonna do one more thing for me, you’re gonna milk every last drop of come from me and thank me.” Adrian turned the large thrusts into smaller, rougher ones, his hips bucking harshly against you. 

“Need this, need you baby, it's always you.” His voice was shaky as he got closer to his orgasm, you knew it was going to be a big one when you heard his voice quiver. “You make me feel so fucking good. Absolutely lost in this cunt.” Adrian felt his chest get tighter as he pounded into you, he had tears pooling in his eyes as he got closer and closer towards his orgasm. “About to fill this pussy up baby.” 

“Thank you Adrian…thank you, thank you, thank you..” You whined as his thrusts got sloppier, his telltale that he was about to orgasm.

His grip tightened and he fell on top of your back with a few more sloppy thrusts until you felt the final one and hot come shooting inside of you, painting you from the inside. 

“Needed this, you have no idea baby.” Adrian murmured, pressing his forehead against your back before he pressed soft kisses on your back, trailing them down your back to the tops of your hip. “Tonight was so bad but you made me feel so much better.” 

Adrian shifted behind you, slipping off his suit completely, and discarding it on the floor. He slowly moved from behind you to your side, helping you slowly stretch your legs out on the bed. Adrian fell back onto the bed and outstretched an arm towards you, which you immediately curled up into.

“I’m sorry you had a bad night.” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke but Adrian just shook his head.

“It’s not your fault sweet girl…” He twisted to face you on his side as he spoke. “I wasn’t too rough was I? Did I hurt you?” 

“No, you were fine. You get really hot when you’re rough like that. Forget you have that little side of you.” You giggled softly and pressed your cheek into his bicep, curling up like a cat.

“Good…” Adrian smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sighing softly. “...get some rest, you’re gonna be sore tomorrow. Wait, if you get too sore, can we try out that new massage gun I bought!" His voice got brighter as his eyes widened and he smiled widely. 

“Sure Ades, now go to sleep.” You smiled letting your eyes flutter shut against him.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” Adrian murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple before pulling up the duvet on the bed to cover you both up.

When Joel answered the door he looked down at you, the red and puffy eyed girl he usually saw smiling around Jackson, who magically appeared on patrol after she got close to Jesse. He took in your appearance, eyes quickly looking you up and down, almost like he was checking you for any injuries. You were staring straight ahead at him, eyes slightly lowered as tears were still streaming down your cheeks. You were fidgeting with your hands in front of you and taking short breaths like you could hardly breathe at all. 

“What happened Darlin’?” Joel’s voice was softer than it normally would have been as he talked down to you. He leaned against his doorframe and kept his eyes locked on you. “Why are you on my doorstep in the middle of the night?”

“I had nowhere else to go. Jesse is a…cheater…couldn’t…go home this late.” Your voice made his heart drop as he listened to you struggle to string your words together.

Joel knew her family all too well after the few patrols he had done with her and her rambling. Joel knew her mother died giving birth to her post outbreak at an old community, and her dad as soon as they showed up in Jackson got accustomed to the Jackson bathtub moonshine real quick. To the point where Joel wasn’t even sure how her father, if he could even call him that, was still up and kicking with how he consumed bathtub grade liquor. 

“Let’s get you inside babygirl, gonna catch a cold out here shivering and cryin’ like that.” Joel knew this probably was wrong, he should’ve closed the door in your face and turned you back home, but he would never live with himself if he did that.

To turn away such a pretty little thing in need? 

Especially you. 

A girl who’s always listened to him so well on patrols, a girl who maybe down the line, if Joel ever let it go that far, would actually see Joel for who he was. 

He had trained you to go on patrols when Jesse brought you one morning. Joel replayed that morning in his head constantly, especially with a fist around himself in the shower some mornings. 

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You were so nervous as you walked with Jesse up to the patrol group and Joel watched you like a hawk as Jesse explained that you were interested in patrolling. You were interested maybe, but Joel knew a fragile thing like you was not meant for patrols. You were glued into Jesse's side as he talked and before Jesse could say who you would be going on a practice patrol with Joel volunteered and said you could do a practice patrol with him to feel out the reins. 

The way your head peeked up at Joel, the way your eyes widened slightly made Joel’s chest tighten. You looked so pure to him the moment your eyes met his, he knew he would let you sink your claws into him. 

So fucking innocent and doll like. 

This stirred new internal turmoil for Joel, he had no right to be staring at you so harshly as you walked closer to him that morning. His eyes raked over you before he gruffed out a sight and slid off his horse. Waving you over with a hand as he used the other to lightly run it across the horse. 

“Here, for your first patrol, we’ll double up on my horse this mornin’…have you ever been on a horse Darlin’?” Joel asked you softly as he looked down at you, clamping a hand down over your shoulder.

”No sir…never been on a horse.” Joel looked down at you as you slowly lifted your head up to look at him while shaking your head no. 

“So to speak.” Jesse said slowly as he walked past and trailed a hand over the small over your back. “She’ll be great. I can take her off your hands Joel, I can train her.” 

Joel found his new mantra that day, he kept repeating to himself that he had no right to feel anything about you. Before you could say anything to Jesse, Joel dropped his hand from your shoulder and shook his head. 

”Why don’t you ask her instead of making a decision for her?”Joel’s voice was deep in your ears and you were almost in awe at the way he came to your defense so quickly. 

“It’s okay, I can go with Joel.” You had only confirmed to Joel that you would listen to him from that day forward.

”Okay babe, if you’re sure. I think going on your first patrol with me would be much funnier.” Jesse’s voice was like nails on a chalk board to Joel.

Joel watched you step away from Jesse, watched his hand fall off the small of your back and you turned around to stand a bit closer to Joel as you shook your head at Jesse. 

“I think Joel knows what he’s doing. I can go with him this morning.” Like a siren drawing him in, Joel smiled softly nodding at your statement.

"Damn right, hop on up Darlin’. We’ll go through a shorter patrol route that most trainees go on.” Joel instructed motioning towards the horse. 

He watched you look between him and Jesse who had crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his chest as if he knew he was now competing with Joel. You looked straight at the horse and tilted your head a bit, and Joel could see the gears in your head moving, then it clicked to him what you were thinking about. 

“Put your right foot in the stir up here darlin’…” Joel’s voice cut you out of thought as he walked behind you bending to your side and tapping your right knee. “I’ll help you up your first time, put your foot in then stir up and grab up on the saddle. Give a little jump and swing your left leg over.”

As Joel watched you bring your foot up into the stir and lean up to grab the saddle he gently grabbed your hips and as you attempted to jump, he lifted you up like you weighed nothing to him. He smiled up at you and tapped your leg again. 

“Slip your foot out so I can get on.” 

You were quick to listen to him and Joel fought back a smug smile as I got on the horse behind you. He looked down at Jesse and nodded his head towards him.

”We’ll be back early, gonna show her the trainee route, show her how to ride a bit..radio if you need anything.” 

“Yeah, be safe.’ Jesse said and before you could say anything Joel grabbed the reins of the horse and you guys were off. 

The ride out of Jackson was quiet, the woods were oddly peaceful as the two of you rode. Joel kept a bit of space between you two, the most he could while riding horseback and still being safe. His hands were on either side of your thighs as he held the reins of the horse.

“Do you wanna hold her reins?” Joel asked you, lowering his head ever so slightly by your ear. You nodded your head yes to his question and he let out a light chuckle before he spoke again. “One thing you need to learn first Darlin’, we give verbal answers. Imagine we were on separate horses and I asked you something and you just nodded. I wouldn’t know what you responded with unless I looked over at you. Even now if I look straight ahead I barely see the top of your head, how am I supposed to know you’re even noddin’?” 

“Sorry Joel-“ 

“No, don't apologize sweetheart, no need for that. Just say ‘Yes Joel’ and move on, yeah?” Joel was quick to cut you off, he didn't care much for apologies. 

“Yes Joel.” Joel could hear the blush in your voice, he was glad you couldn't see him smile down at you. 

“Let me ask again, and I want you to know I hate repeating myself darlin’ but for you, I will just this once. Do you wanna take the reins?” 

“Yes Joel, but only for a minute, I'm nervous to have control of her.” Joel could hear the uneasiness of your voice and he wanted to scoot you closer to him, press your back to his chest and reassure you. 

Joel grabbed at the thoughts in his mind, not knowing where they were coming from or the feeling of wanting to take care of you. 

You were so innocent.

Joel saw it immediately when you walked up with Jesse before patrol. He saw the way you looked around, intimidated by where you were at. But he also saw how you looked at Joel quickly, looked up at him with something in your eyes. An admiration? 

“Take them Darlin’, I’m right here with you.” Joel’s voice was deep in your ears as he dropped his head closer to you and brought his hands in front of you. 

Joel watched from over your shoulder as you took the reins from him, your hands gripping the leather right next to his. Slowly Joel unwrapped his hands, keeping one hand on your waist to keep himself steady, the other resting on the top of his thigh. 

“Keep her steady.” Joel guided you softly, to say he was impressed would be an understatement. Joel watched you, like a natural, take control of the reins and guide the horse through the trail. 

“Such a good girl.” Joel murmured softly, bringing the hand that was on his thighs to run against the side of the horse. 

Joel felt you straighten your back up, did you think he was talking about you? Joel’s mind wandered as he felt your body react to what he said. 

“You too Darlin’, you’re doing such a good job.’ His hand that was on your waist tightened softly, Joel wanted you to know he was talking to you this time and not the horse. “You’re a natural at this.” 

“Thank you Joel.” Your voice was soft even as you two were riding horseback through the trail. 

“How do you feel? Want me to take the reins back?” Joel asked after a few minutes of letting you hold them. 

Joel watched you shake your head then quickly add, “No it's okay, I feel like I can do this the rest of the route.” 

Joel smiled and softly chucked as he realized you were about to just nod but quickly added more, probably because of what he said earlier. His smile depended as he realized you were internalizing what he was telling you, listening to him.

The route was quiet, a few twists and turns, Joel only had to step in on a sharper turn to help you. His hands on top of yours as he helped you take the sharper turn. Your first patrol cemented that you would be Joel’s patrol partner for the foreseeable future, per his request.

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“Darlin’…you can talk to me, what happened?” Joel asked as he guided you inside to his living room. 

His hand on the small of your back as he walked beside you, guiding you to his couch sitting beside you. You looked down into your lap and Joel could see the tears still slowly rolling down your cheeks. Joel sighed softly, getting up and moving to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. He brought both his hands up to cup your face and lift your head up to look at him, two thumbs swiping away your tears.

”Can’t have any of that now can we? Talk to me babygirl.” Joel said softly, dropping his hands from your face and holding them in his own lap. 

“Jesse said…said he was down with Dina. Actually done this time but, when I went over to his house I walked in and walked to his bedroom. The door was slightly opened and when I pushed it open calling out his name, they were both there. In his bed, you know?” Your eyes stayed low, looking at his hands over yours and Joel felt himself stiffen. 

You poor girl.

He would never treat you with such disrespect.

He would take care of his girl. 

“Oh, I'm sorry you had to see that sweetheart. Hey, hey look up at me.” Joel brought one of his hands up from your hands and cupped your chin, bringing your gaze up to him. His eyes were softer than they usually were as he looked down at you. “You don’t deserve that from either of them. Such a sweet girl like you deserves so much better.”

”Joel…I don't know what I did wrong.” Your voice cracked as you spoke and each crack in your voice was like a knife to Joel’s chest.

”You did not do a single thing wrong, do you hear me? A single thing wrong. None of this is your fault.” Joel’s voice was comforting in your ears, before you could put a second thought to anything in your mind you were leaning forward. Burying your face into his chest and as quickly as you were burying yourself into him, Joel’s arms were coming up to wrap around you. Pulling you tightly against him as he held you, as you cried into his chest. “I’m sorry babygirl, so sorry.” 

“I tried so hard to make him happy.” 

“Hush now sweet girl, he did not deserve you one bit.” Joel tilted your chin up with a single finger and looked down at you. “You can stay here tonight, no worries at all, okay? I’ll get you some comfy clothes and you can sleep in my bed.” 

“Where are you gonna sleep?” 

“On the couch, plenty of room for you in my bed, don’t worry about it at all okay?” 

Your heart sank as he spoke, after the night you’ve had the last thing you wanted to do inconvenience Joel out of his bed.

”Nuh uh, can’t take your bed from you.” 

“I’m not asking you to, I'm telling you to, what happened to that good girl that follows all my orders while patrolling? Hm?” Joel’s voice washed over you, completely engulfing you as he spoke. The wariness was melting something inside of you and you quickly nodded your head as he spoke. 

“I’m sorry Joel, thank you for letting me sleep in your bed.” You said quietly, sniffling up the last of your cries, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. 

“There she is, not so hard, right sweet girl?” Joel cupped your face with both of his hands while swiping away any stray tears with his thumbs. “Let’s get you settled then, it's getting real late.” 

Joel stood up from the coffee table in front of you and you quickly followed in suit, standing in front of him. He stepped out first, out from the small space and took a step towards the hallway, outstretching a hand to you, which you quickly took, wrapping your fingers around his as you two walked down the hall to his room. He guided you down the hall, the intertwined hand soon dropped as he slid his hand behind you, his fingertips ghosting your back as he guided you into his bedroom. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed darlin’ and I'll take a peek in the closet, see what I can find you.”  Joel said softly, his voice coming out with the sweet southern twang. 

You simply nodded to his words as you walked deeper into his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. You could smell him on the sheets, on the bed itself, it felt like you were completely surrounded by him. You looked over your shoulder at him as he opened his closet drawer, sliding it to the side and flicking through a few hangers. After a short moment he turned back to you with two items of clothing in his hands. 

“Found some sweats and an old t-shirt for you. Change and go to bed, you hear?” He said as he walked past, tossing the clothes into your lap. Joel walked towards the bedroom door, pausing in the doorframe as he reached back to grab the doorknob. “I’ll be in the living room if ya need anything, goodnight sweet girl.”

Without waiting for you to respond or even giving a second look back he closed the bedroom door behind him letting you change into his clothes. You stood after he left, changing out of your own clothes, leaving it in a folded pile by the bed on the floor, and slipped into his pajamas. You were absolutely drowning in them as you looked down at yourself but they smelled like him. As you laid down in his bed you swore you could feel him all around you, consuming you. 

You laid down in the middle of his bed, slipping under his plaid comforter, and closing your eyes against his pillows. You tried laying on your back, then your side, then your stomach, and finally your other side, yet nothing was helping you sleep. 

Your mind was consumed by Joel, by the fact that he answered the door, listened to you, let you borrow some pajamas, and let you sleep in his bed. All without asking for anything in return from you. Just, taking care of you, like you mattered to him, like you actually mattered at all.

When the thoughts became too much and kept you from sleep you slowly got up out of his bed. You wrapped yourself up with a throw blanket that was on the end of his bed and walked out of the bedroom. You walked down the dark hallway to the living room, where you saw Joel stretched out on the couch, which was almost comically too small for him. As he laid across it, his ankles and feet were hanging off in the air off the armrest. You walked around to the front of it quietly and lightly began tapping his shoulder. 

“Joel…Joel wake up.”

”What happened?” Joel jolted, sitting up quickly, whipping his head around as he woke up to you tapping and calling out his name, his hands immediately reaching out to grab your upper arms. “Are you okay?” 

“Joel, it's okay, just..wanted to talk to you.” Your voice was soft as you pressed your hand to his shoulder trying to calm him down. 

“Jesus sweetheart, thought something happened. Can’t wait ‘till mornin’?” Joel sighed softly slumping back across the couch, looking over at you.

He tilted his body so he was laying on his side and scooted back towards the back of the couch, patting the new space for you to sit down. Which you quickly obliged to and sat down on the edge of the couch by his chest, looking down into your lap. 

”What couldn’t wait till mornin’?” Joel asked gruffly as he looked up at you, wrapped up in a blanket like it was a cape protecting you.

“I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to give you your bed back. I felt too bad about taking it from you.” 

“Honey, you didn’t take it from me, I told you to sleep there.” Joel said with an arm coming to rest on your hip. “Look, we can walk back to the room and I’ll sit in there until you fall asleep, does that sound okay?” 

You nodded as his suggestion and he groaned softly as he sat up beside you. 

“Let’s go.” Joel gruffed out as he stood up, dropping the blanket he was using to cover up with on the couch and wrapping an arm around your blanket covered shoulder. 

He guided you back down the hall towards his bedroom, opened the door more with a flat hand and let you walk in first to his bedroom. He was right behind you, opening the comforter for you to slip under it and get comfy. Joel was deliberate with his movements, he reached over your figure on his bed and made sure you were wrapped up in the blanket and tucked into his bed. 

“Gonna be right here, nothing is gonna happen to you sweet girl, you just close your eyes and go to sleep, yeah?” Joel’s voice showed how tired he was, as he looked down at you while sitting on the edge of the bed by you. A hand coming to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you nodded.

It was a quiet few moments of you laying with your eyes closed, trying to fall asleep with Joel watching over you. 

“Joel? Can you lay down?” You asked, avoiding opening your eyes to look at him, to see his reaction. 

If you had opened your eyes you would have seen Joel freeze, his eyes widen slightly as he looked away from you. 

“You sure sweet girl?” He asked, making sure he heard you right.

“ ‘m positive, think it would help me fall asleep.”

“Alright, scoot over and give me some space then.” Joel knew it was wrong. 

He knew he should have said no, should have just shook his head and brushed it off. Instead he was slipping under the blanket with you, laying on his side facing you as you laid on your stomach. He knew it was wrong when he let his eyes roam over you, your blanket covered body next to him. He knew it was wrong when you brought a hand up to his arm, grabbing it and laying it out over the pillow and instinctively moving to lay on top of it, resting your head on his bicep.

In Joel’s corrupt mind, it was a further invitation to you.

“You gonna go to sleep now? Is this what you wanted? Need me next to you huh?” You could hear a sense of mockery and the patronizing tone in his voice and it made you squirm next to him. Joel saw the way you pushed your thighs together at his words and it only deepened his smirk. “Use your words honey. Say, I need you next to me Joel.” 

You twisted to face away from him on your side, leaving your cheek resting against his bicep still on the pillow. Joel found his footing in his new found confidence, confidently guessing what you really wanted from him, why you chose his house to show up at. 

Why you were really here in the first place. 

“Need you next to me Joel.” Your voice came out soft, such an innocent tone for words that has such an inherent corrupt meaning to Joel. 

“You do, don’t you? You’ve always needed me near you, haven’t you sweet girl? Ever since that first patrol.” Joel, again with the patronizing tone, made you want to squirm. “Need me to tell you what to do, need me to guide you through routes, you turn your brain off around me don’t you?”

He was completely right about you. 

He read you like an open book, a book in a language only he could understand. 

“Come here sweet girl, I think I know what you need right now.” Joel’s voice was softener than his usual rough tone. His hand that you weren’t using as a pillow came to roughly grab at your hip, pulling you flush against him, your back hitting his chest. The flesh of your ass meeting his own hips as he brought a leg over yours to hold you in place against him. “Tell me you don’t want this and it's over. Tell me I'm too old for you, too gross for you to ever want. Tell me to stop sweet girl.” 

You quickly shook your head no against him before you could choke out a response. 

“Please don’t stop Joel. Need you.” It was the whine that broke Joel, the whine of you needing him broke any restraint he had left. 

Joel’s hand that was grabbing your hips slid down to your thigh, flattening against it before pushing you against him more. Letting you feel everything you were doing to him, pressing himself against you. 

“God, never shoulda let you waste your time with Jesse…do you feel what you do to me? That’s all you baby girl.” His words were a sickly sweet in your ears as he spoke, grinding his hips into your.  “Gonna let me fill you up? Let me show you how a real man takes care of his girl? Want me to take care of you baby?”

You let out what could only be described as a pitiful mewl at his words, nodding quickly to his words. 

“That ain’t gonna work for me, need to hear you, use that big girl voice of yours.” 

You knew you were fucked. 

“Please, please Joel…need all of it.” 

Like a man in heat Joel made quick work of you. The hand of the arm you were laying on wrapped around to the collar of the shirt of his that you were wearing. Pulling it up over your head, by just the collar, his other hand coming up to ball it up and toss it to the end of the bed. Without you having to lift your hips at all, Joel’s hand ripped his sweats off in a quick motion, leaving them bunched around your ankles for you to finish kicking off under the blanket. 

Joel’s hands were immediately moving, the hand of the arm you were still laying arm snaked forward, palming on of your breasts while the other wrapped around your hips as he grinned forward against you. 

“I’ll go slow for you honey, you’ve had such a long night already, haven’t you?” Joel whispered against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“You don’t have to go slow. Want you…really bad.” Your voice sent Joel further over the edge. 

He had a mind to flip you over onto your stomach right now and get behind you. Yet, he had some self-restraint left, he wanted to go slow tonight. For your sake, and maybe partly his. He wanted to open you up to him and destroy you from the inside to out. 

“Hush now,  gonna slowly open you up. Need to prep you a bit, can’t just go slamming my cock into you now, can I?” Joel’s vulgar words made your thighs clench together and this did not go by unnoticed to him. “You like when I'm blunt with you?” 

Joel smiled softly as his arm snaked around your waist moved lower, his hand coming down to lightly cup your pussy. Ever so slightly squeezing it, putting very light pressure on your clit with his palm, which you were quick to move your hips upwards and create some sort of friction between his hand and you. 

“What do you think you're doing baby?” Joel asked in his patronizing tone before you felt his hand raise off you, leaving you moving up towards nothing for a second before you felt his hand come back down in a hard smack against your pussy. “Did I tell you to grind up on my hand sweet girl?” 

“No, no you didn’t.” You squirmed as he pushed his hand harder against your pussy, ultimately pinning your hips down to the mattress by the touch. 

“Say, I’m sorry daddy, sorry for being a greedy slut.” Joel knew he was taking a risk with how he was talking to you right now, but if Joel was a betting man he would bet you would be trying to squirm even more now. Joel considered himself a lucky man, or he knew he could just read you like a book. When he felt you try to clench your thighs together at his words, he wanted to roll you over to your back to see the blush he knew you had. There was a beat of silence and Joel tsk’d softly. “Getting impatient sweetheart.”

“ ‘m sorry for being…for being a greedy slut Daddy.” You mewled underneath his hand and Joel smiled deeply at your words. You threw your head back against his shoulder and looked over your own shoulder to look at him, the movement itself accompanied with you arching your back slightly.

“Good girl, see…not so hard is it?” Joel asked as he looked down at you to see you nod in response. 

Joel moved his hand to slip his fingers beneath your panties, two of his fingers sliding up through your folds. He let out a light groan and a smile as he looked down at you, bringing his head to rest on your shoulder. 

“God, you’re soaked sweetheart. Who’s all this for, mhm?” Joel knew he was teasing you know, especially when his fingers circled your entrance while he spoke. 

You gasped lightly at his fingers pressing slightly into you, just the pads of his fingers at your entrance and you had to actively remind yourself not to just grab his wrist and speed him up. 

“Please, all for you Daddy…need you inside me.” You whined against him.

”Inside you huh?” Joel removed his hand from your panties and brought his two fingers up to your mouth that were just teasing you to your lips. “Open up then baby.”

You were quick to part your flips, letting him press both fingers inside while his thumb slid down your chin, hooking underneath it. You let him press them deeper into your mouth as your tongue swirls around them, tasting yourself on them. 

“Is this what you needed? Needed me in your mouth?” Joel asked, his voice light as he chuckled lightly when you shook your head no. He withdrew his fingers, moving to grab your face and twist you to look back at him. “Tell Daddy where you need him inside then, use those big girl words you know.”

“In my pussy Daddy, need you in there.” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely baby.” Joel said, dropping your face and moving his hand back down, slipping under your panties quickly before sliding his middle finger into your entrance. 

Maybe it was how quick he was to do it, or how thick one of his fingers were, but you gasped lightly at the feeling. 

“Thought you would get my cock right away? I need to make sure you can handle my fingers first baby, then we’ll see about the cock, okay?” Joel worked his one finger slowly, steadily pumping it inside of you. When he saw you nod he pulled his finger out slightly before adding a second and slamming them both inside of you making you cry out lightly and squirm, pressing your thighs together. “You always this dumb when your pussy’s gettin attention? How many times do you have to say I expect a verbal answer when I ask you a question?” 

It was the way he was actively talking down to you, the light scolding in his words that was starting to push you over the edge. Accompanied with the quick and unforgiving assault his fingers were making of you g-spot as they curled up inside of you. 

“ ‘m sorry daddy, ‘m sorry.” You cried out softly starting to squirm against his fingers again, pushing yourself more flush with his chest. 

“Are you baby? Why don’t you show daddy how sorry you are by finishing all over his fingers.” Joel quickened his pace and you felt your stomach tightened with your building orgasm. 

“Wanna finish on your cock Daddy.” You were glad you couldn’t see Joel right now in your current position, you would never have the confidence to say something like that to his face. 

“Such a greedy fuckin slut, maybe next time I’ll put you over my knee and teach you some manners first.” Joel brought his free hand up to your throat, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you up closer towards him. “Do you really think you're in any position to make demands?”

“No daddy.” You gasped out quickly in response and Joel smirked nodding. 

“Good, now come around my fingers and I’ll see how nice I am afterwards.” Joel felt you cleaning around his fingers and he smiled, bringing his mouth down to your exposed shoulder, pressing a line of open mouth kisses to it. 

When he felt you clenching around him again, about to orgasm, he bit down on your shoulder and you cried out as you came around his fingers. Joel didn't stop moving his fingers inside of you, he did let his pace slow down as you squirmed around post orgasm. When he did slip them out of you he also let go of your throat, flipping you so you were on your back now while he climbed up on his knees in between your legs. 

You weren’t sure when he removed his pants but he was currently slipping his shirt up over his chest in front of you and you could only let out a light gasp as you saw his body bare in front of you. 

“You think you’re ready for me baby girl?” Joel asked as he pushed his boxers down, slipping his cock out from them. 

You nodded slowly as your eyes trailed down to his cock, it looked like it was going to completely split you in half. 

“Spread your legs baby, let Daddy take care of his girl now.” Joel’s movements were deliberately slow, he moved up on the bed, kneeling between your legs as one of his hands pumped his cock a few times in front of you. “Pop your legs up around my waist, want you to feel every fucking inch.” You were quick to listen to him, bringing your legs up. Joel moved forward, one hand still on his cock as he guided it towards your entrance, the other higher up on the bed holding him up. “If it ever feels like too much, you tell me to stop and I will drop everything to make sure you’re okay, there is no pressure to do this, okay baby girl?”

“Okay Daddy.” Joel smiled at your words and pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. 

“Gonna go slow, let you adjust to it.” His words didn't have the same patronizing tone as earlier, it was replaced with something softer.

He pressed the head of his cock inside and he sucked in a harsh breath. 

“Fuck baby, only the tip and you’re clamping down on it.” Joel groaned looking down at you. “Gonna go in a bit further, alright baby?”

“Yes Daddy.” You nodded quickly squirming under him. 

“Such a good…fucking…girl.” Each pause was filled with him sliding another inch inside, he was about halfway now, his eyes came up to look at you. “Taking me so well, pussy was made for me, huh?”

You nodded quickly and he chucked lightly. 

“Gonna bottom out now.” It wasn’t just a statement, it was a warning as he pressed the rest of himself deep inside of you, you felt hate burn of yourself stretching to accommodate him. 

“Fuck Daddy.’ You whined as you bucked your hips instinctively up towards him. 

“Feel me up here, huh sweet girl?” Joel asked bringing one of his hands down to press on your stomach, feeling the bulge of him deep inside of you. “You look so pretty like this.”

Joel started moving slow at first, slow and steady pumps in you. Before your mix of whines and moans fueled him to move faster. 

“Fuck baby, gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, gonna fuck the shape of my cock into it.” Joel groaned as he snapped his hips mercilessly against you. “Want me to ruin this pretty pussy?”

“Yes…want you to ruin me Daddy.” 

“Fuck, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear from you sweet girl.” Joel groaned as he kept a steady pace, pounding into you without giving you a second to catch a breath. 

One of his hands came up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing just yet, just holding you in place. While the other held him up on the mattress. 

“Next time, gonna fuck that pretty throat of yours first.” Joel muttered, his hand squeezing now. You gasped lightly at the lack of air and it only made your stomach tighten with excitement. Your eyes fluttered up at Joel and you swear you saw his eyes darken with a dangerous glint in them. “That gets you excited sweet girl? Felt you tightening up on me, gonna come?” 

Joel continued his steady pace when he saw you nod and you could see a vein starting to pop in his neck and his breathing getting deeper. 

“Wanna feel you come around my cock sweetheart. Come for Daddy, I got you.” You came undone, your first screaming orgasm and Joel was quick to follow in suit. 

“Gonna come baby, fuck gonna come…” Joel muttered like a prayer before he popped his hands off you and brought a quick hand down to grab himself out of you, giving himself a few pumps before white hot strings shot out of his cock and onto your pussy. “My poor girl, she looks so drained.” Joel commented looking down at  your puffy and swollen pussy. 

You were positive you had lost your voice from all the noises you were making and you looked up between your legs at Joel who was still memorized by your pussy. 

“Gotta clean you up, huh?” Joel hummed softly as he reached over to his discarded shirt from earlier. 

Using it as a rag he wiped off any remnants of him off of you and tossed the shirt to the floor. He scooted up and dropped himself beside you, pulling you into his side. 

“Think we outta get some sleep now sweetheart.” His voice was rough in your ears and you nodded as you laid your head against his chest. “Goodnight sweet girl.”